So, procycling gets a couple of snippets de bizarro in the latest news flashings. First the little Condor that could claims he's a clean conqueror. Bully for him ... but do we need some hyped up press conference with "no questions, no questions" to hear it? wha'ever, man.
Still, i reckon it should be remembered that the Operacion Puerco files have never really been inspected in an honest day's glare of daylight.
so, it is what it is.
But, the 2nd tidbit is more of a shocker and ... honestly, has got to be some sort of sporting record.
I mean, has any other sports team won the highest profile event in its rubric and then folded immediately thereafter? Has any cycling outfit ever not been able to secure sponsorship aftergoing 1-3 in the TdF?
So, there's no more Disco and 20-odd cyclists are now having to go hat-in-hand out amongst the wolves in search of a paycheck next year. all those cats who signed during le'Tour are prolly pretty damn happy with their gamble nowadays.
Just one thought ... you think Armstrong has a few million lying around the sofa he could spare to run the team for another year?
world of hurt
i'm a believer that there are two separate, but equal, needs of training ~ one for the body, and one for the mind.
the body asks for engine work ... for repetition, intelligent design, consistency.
the mind demands sacrifice.
last nite ... let's just say there were a few virgins left bleeding and violated on the altar.
BennyJacMaynard was his usual high-octane self. The Nolan-ator announced that we were running well on time and offered to stick around for us to circle 100-laps for the Points Race.
We were ahead of schedule because the C race was sick-fast with SanJose Steve lapping the field and Jen Coler attacking every 4 minutes. The whole C crew kept on the gas and the average speed kept going up and up.
The B race was more tactical with the first few sprints being bunch gallops ... but then the last half was a good bit of drag race attrition as a group finally escaped and took a lap on the field. Good race.
Anyway, Ben was a wrecking crew and i decided to hate him thoroughly even though he gave me a ride there from the sCruz. I think i'm going to have to make a special delivery to the JM household ... a couple bags of nuclear-level sugar treats to keep Chase up spinning ballistic all nite long. Because, apparently ~ Chloe isn't quite squeaky enough to stop them from getting a few hours sleep most noches.
that just will not do.
Aside from Ben laying Hur all over our asses ... JunkaDonk and Millah were pretty much kicking my groin purple most of the nite. But it was good training for the mind. Because i haven't hurt that bad, suffered through grinding teeth and spasming muscles in a long, long, LONG time.
and i liked it.
i'm of the dipshittery opinion that the mind needs to be trained to accept pain, to build up powers of tolerance for it. That's why i love big training blocks ... you know, when you wake up so tired and sore that it feels like your ass will explode if it comes anywhere near contact with a saddle. At those times, it takes a huge leap of will power and mental snap to straddle the steed and steam out for another session of suffering.
Those are good days and teach us how to accept the pain.
Well, unfortunately, i don't get those kind of blocks right now ... but, i've been given the chance to simulate the pain with this crash rehab ... so, i'm taking advantage of it.
And last nite the boys road hard for 99 laps ... and i was in the locker for 98 of them.
so if it doesn't kill me ...
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Friday, August 10, 2007